The Tony Stark Kink Meme

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As of today 4/17/09 the Tony Stark Kink meme will not accept Tony/Steve prompts. Please direct those to the Steve/Tony Kink Meme.
The Tony Stark Kink Meme

Ground rules:
Post a prompt either anon or not in response to the post.
Reply to comment with filled prompt.
Keep it porny nothing under PG-13.
No concrit allowed. This is not the place for it

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He finds the two of them out on the balcony, leaning against the railing. Glass doors muffle the actual conversation, but they're both smiling, both at ease, leaning close and comfortable in a way neither one has been since the corks popped hours ago.

Tony hadn't said anything, he never does, but Steve had watched him grow progressively stiffer as the gathering got looser and clumsier, and when Carol feigned a headache, excusing herself discreetly, Steve hadn't be surprised.

The pair of them seem to've found a sanctuary, though, and Steve is can't bring himself to interrupt their conversation; watching Tony's eyes crinkle in an amused smile, Carol speaking animatedly, arms waving.

She cleans up beautifully. The dress hugs tight at her waist, slopping gracefully down the generous curve of her hips and to the floor, but her movements are at direct contrast with the statuesque, blonde bombshell she masquerades as tonight. Her hands stab the air, her elbows stay bent, legs spread, she stands and moves and gestures like any random soldier Steve's worked with over the years.

Tony's obviously enchanted.

Steve's too secure, and knows Tony too well, to be bothered. Even when they set aside their drinks on some inaudible cue, Tony making a show of bending, inviting her onto an invisible dance floor, Steve smiles to himself, watching.

She laughs and takes his hand. Carol in heels, and the two are the same height, a matched set. They don't dance in anything as formal as steps, but they're close, move in time to music only they can hear, and Tony sets both hands on her hips when she slides her arms around his neck.

They sway and laugh and look into each other's faces with a warmth that only comes with years of familiarity, Tony reaching forward to tuck a strand of long, pale hair behind Carol's ear.

It's just a moment -- a second at most, really -- that something passes in Tony's face, in Carol's eyes, a beat that's something warmer and deeper than before. It's a passing thought, Steve can tell, an idle what-could've-been, shared in the moment, nothing deeper than that.

He's surprised that it stirs something in him -- something that's about as far away from jealousy as humanly possible.

But it is gone, Tony's pulled back, and abruptly twirling Carol around, the deep red of her dress swishing up to her knees, and she laughs in surprise. Then regains her footing and counters, dipping Tony backward deeply, and they're smiling again, friends again, nothing more.

*

"You thought about it," Steve says.

"Steve," Steve's never been with a partner who gasped and moaned his name as much as Tony, who actually makes it a desperate, sobbing litany if Steve presses all the right buttons. It seems to become the only word he knows; the only world he knows. "Fuh--fuck, Steve, Jesus."

Tony's seated quite fully on Steve's cock, fine tremors going up his spine. He's not ready to move, not yet, and Steve's hands on narrow hips keep him from attempting before the quivers die down, before his hands unclench.

When he finally rolls his hips upward, Tony's head flies back, a deep, throaty sort of a moan, trying to push down, deeper, but he's already got as much as he can take.

"You thought about it," Steve repeats, voice low and gruff in an attempt to hold back his own moans.